Everyone is asleep, it’s raining, and my bed is calling me, but it’s been such a full weekend, and such a busy week looms ahead, that I find myself needing to download a little.
First, there were the things I made:
This little beauty is for my dear Aunt June’s birthday.
She’s a lady, in every way. She has impeccable taste, a quirky, fun nature, a heart of gold and way of looking at the world with curiousity and wonder. I love her, and for all those reasons, I find her VERY hard to buy for. So I didn’t. Instead, I made her a little bag/purse thingy from a thrifted tea towel. I loved it so much that I almost kept it!
And I also whipped up this little tote for an old friend who has recently become a Mama to twins!
She’s such an inspiring person who has already done such amazing things, that I have no doubt she’ll be a fantastic Mama to little Luke and Scarlett. And hey Rachel, I might not be handling your PR anymore, but I’m totally down for a playdate! 🙂
The apple on the front pocket is from a vintage tablecloth. I thought the kind of yin/yang look of it was perfect for toting around bits and baubles for twins.
Then, of course, there were the things that I carried home. (Have you read that short story, “The Things They Carried”? It’s such a good one.)
I went to a FABULOUS estate sale with my mom on Friday, and then another on Saturday. Look at this haul:
ODDS AND ENDS (that happened to follow a color scheme – visit here to see more of this phenomenon.)
Estate saling offers such mixed emotions for me. I get so excited to find something wonderful, something special that will hold a treasured spot in my home, something that reminds me of my great grandma’s home and then… when I open a drawer to find and old man’s pajamas, or when I enter a bathroom and see a walker and other home nursing equipment stored in the shower, I feel so sad, knowing that someone faced the perils of aging, and someone, probably many someones, lost a loved one. I try to tell myself that the good news is, these things, the things I carry, they are special to me, and they are making up the fabric of our home and my children’s childhoods. That has to count for something. That has to be some sort of homage to the person who owned these things before me. No?
And then there is the thing looming ahead.
Now, I have to tell you. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. I’m just as apt to romp the creeks and dig in the dirt with my boys as the next gal, but I have a BIG challenge before me.
My oldest is a new Cub Scout. We joined up a few weeks ago, and have heard, countless times since, that camp is THE event of the year. So, we signed up, plunked down the cash, and then… read the fine print. All incoming Tiger Cubs must have an adult partner with them all day, every day at camp. That means, ladies and gentlemen, Mama will be by his side from 8:15 to 4:30, outdoors, Monday through Friday of this week. Heaven help me.
I will shoot BB guns. I will try my hand at archery. I will swim. I will hike. I will take lots of pictures and remind him of this when he’s 14 and tells me that I never loved him. 🙂
I like the idea of all this stuff, I do, its the actual DOING of it, in 95 degree heat for 8 bloody hours, five days in a row, that I’m not sure about.
The things we do for love.
He organized my buttons for me:
So, yeah, I’ll broil alive for him. And, I might even like it. 🙂
And that brings me to this week. I’m pretty sure I will want to come home and collapse at the end of the day. My sweet man has promised to be ready and waiting for me (think being fed grapes and fanned). I plan to go completely brain dead by about 6 PM central daylight savings time. So, instead of my regular programming here, I have prepared some entries ahead of time. I have seen bloggers do weeks of color, things they love, corners of their homes, and other fun stuff, so I thought I’d try something different. I’m calling it “IF”. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll be amazed. And I will, God willing, live to blog another week.
Think fondly of me when you are enjoying the AC this week!